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Pray
I no longer pray for softer days.
I pray for a heart ruthless enough
to survive them.
Life does not break you loudly.
It slips a knife between your smiles
and waits for nobody to notice.
And if one day I disappear into silence,
do not search for me in graves.
Search for me in every moment
I begged lite to be gentle-
and it answered with cruelty instead
Still- I survived every version of myself
that was certain this pain would kill me.
So I will survive this version too.
And one day, the same soul
they watched suffer in silence
will become proof
that even shattered people
can outlive what was meant
to destroy them.
